Chapter Fifteen
With the weeks of spring blending into summer, my life was obsessed by the demands that were made on me to satisfy the members of the club. When I had no one to meet, my thoughts were day and night filled with the memory of my last encounter and the possible commands yet to come. Only in my nightly sleep did I have any reprieve from my wonderfully tormenting life.
Members called me at any hour, when they were driven or weary or excited or animal, or just plain horny for a slut to satisfy their whim of the day. I accommodated them with my prompt attentions, allowing my body to be used as they wished, allowing them to dictate my dress and my manner whether in public or private; although I found most of them preferred private quarters to the bolder public places. That amus
